Hell Yeah Skeleton Novels & Stories

London is moving her hands all over Jill's body. London finally breaks the kiss and says to the monitor "it's all right, Peyton, it's my girlfriend. She's nude and she's kissing me." Jill has slid down the chair and kneeling in front of London and licking her. "And now she's eating me. I gotta go." Peyton signs off and leaves the two girls in their excitement. London is holding Jill's head and playing with her hair and telling her how wonderful she feels and that she loves her.

Then, I saw it. Rising above the skyline, a massive digital billboard flickered to life. It wasn't an advertisement for the latest mobile technology or a product . It was him. Julian Vane looked back at me with a cold, predatory intensity that physically stopped the breath in my lungs. He was leaning against the plexiglass boards of an ice rink, his Hawks jersey pulled across his shoulders that had grown impossibly broad since I'd last seen him. His face, once soft with boyish charm, was now a masterpiece of harsh angles and lethal symmetry. The caption, glowing in bold, gold letters against the blue backdrop, read: THE GHOST RETURNS: CHAMPIONSHIP RUN 2026.

he says. "That's interesting," I say. "Because your name appears in it three times. This node here—" I point without getting up, without raising my voice "—is an LLC registered in Delaware in 2019 that you've been using to route funds through a dead man's account in Queens. This one is your contact in the Sorrento organization. And this one—" I tap the third node "—is the transfer that happened four days before the Newark shipment went missing." I look at him. "So you do recognize it." "I want to speak to someone else," he says.

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Salvador groaned tiredly. "Fuck." Wei spun around to the direction he was looking at and got a surprise. "What the hell are those?" Jeff fired in shook. "Mummies." Sandra said grimly while taking in the familiar sight. "mother fucking God dammed killer mummies."

She then followed him while giggling, he looked quite cute when he was annoyed a while ago. … After they had walked for quite a while, they arrived in front of a tall building which they entered immediately. The longer they stayed inside, the more she felt nauseous, she just saw different kinds of creatures, some she had heard from fairytales, and some were completely foreign existence to her. Where the hell is she? Her questions were soon answered when a woman in a very bright yellow lipstick assessed them. “Welcome to the Afterlife, home of the dead. Ah! You must be the lunati- Fresh meat HAHA! Welcome fellow undeads” her words were quickly overshadowed by a menacing laugh.

Again the sound of barking dogs reaches my ears only louder as if the barking was coming from right above me. “HEEEEEELLLPPPP” I yell out with as much force as my now sore lungs can muster. “HEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPPPP MMMEEE” i keep yelling with all i have praying that they find me and help me. Times passes and the barking has now stopped, the only thing I hear is silence, just as I had started to give up hope a small sound of what I think was steal hitting rocks echo’s around me then slowly I start to see sparks of light until it blinds me.

The pods groan, straining against the vortex dragging anything and everything towards the gap. “Beth, hold tight. Wrap your body around mine.” Still in recovery mode, Beth grapples to comprehend the consequences of the expanding fracture. Her wrist slips out of my grip. “Beth! Beth!” I scream. It is futile. Beth drifts upwards, calling my name in a dazed voice until she comes to rest against the ceiling. Her body briefly blocks the outward flow of air as she deflates before my eyes. I shout again in frustration, but my voice has lost its intensity. I watch in horror as her clothes shred and Beth is reduced to little more than a skeleton of skin and bones. It seems no more than a second pass

Joe sighed. Shawn stood up numbly, and his whole body was like a walking dead. The mourning hall returned to silence. It was so quiet that the faint sound of the wind could be heard outside. After a while, Shawn shouted, "Hello, Summer." "What do you want me to do?" "Thank you for telling me this. It hurts me so much," Shawn said. Summer, with a very expressionless face, said, "You're welcome. At first, I thought I could be a godmother, but now..."